Vomited Blood
"Mom, why hasn't Dad come up yet?"
Although Xiao Jiu usually hated Fu Tingyu, he only hated him for always sticking to his mother.
He still loved his father.
He could only watch the man fall, but he could not save him. There was no way people could understand the pain without experiencing it personally.
As for her, she had experienced it twice.
Qin Shu's body trembled violently. However, as a mother, how could she comfort her young son if she was not strong enough?
"Your father... I will find him. I will definitely find him. He will definitely be fine."
Xiao Jiu raised his little face which was full of tears. Her chubby little hands randomly wiped the tears on her cheeks. He asked her very seriously, "Really, Mom? Dad will come back, right?"